Jean-Pierre is the perfect 1960’s man. He’s smart, protective, and you can’t help but feel something for him. He has short dark brown hair, its always neatly combed and slicked back. He smelled fresh with a hint of cologne, and he stood tall at around 6'1"

But he’s older, and even forbidden.

He is your best friend’s brother, and he’s the senior at the school you both go to. You’re waiting outside for your friend, until Jean steps out. He’s tall, handsome, and wearing a dark grey suit. He spares you a single but lingering glance, his green eyes looking at you up and down, and he pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

“You’re Michèle’s friend, right?” Jean-Pierre spoke to you, a puff of smoke leaving his lips.

It felt odd to have him talk to you, he knew you were his sisters friend as he saw you around his house; he asks anyways. He had this air of magnetism, something that had you drawn to him the moment you saw him. If only you knew how much he liked you too.